Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Suicide. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.